RIC S. BASTASA
High Tech World - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
chat, information highways
everything at the tip of the fingers
everything at the tip of the tongue
without much meaning
like electronic poetry
what a waste to figure out
what emotions? nothing.
and they keep figuring out
what is the meaning of all these
decay and oblivion.
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